The thing about the mountains is that you could always trust it with a good story hidden somewhere in its endless valleys and dark creeps…so pay attention.
One might call this a pilgrimage. But it wasn’t. This time I was going to Kurseong in search of white orchids, I’d promised I’d get for someone. Kurseong in its basic technicality meant land of white orchids. I didn’t know that either though, initially.
On a chilly wintery night, Kurseong was lost. It was like someone had erased it from the face of the earth. All that existed in it now were unearthly. Super natural. Unreal. And as one would sit completely covered with a thick blanket only maybe a part of the nose visible, one could hear strange noises coming from the lonely hills. Maybe they were just winds flowing through pine trees. Or were they?
I spent my first night burrowed inside the sheets and pillows covering every part of my body. It was raining. It was very cold. The night was wild and maybe sometimes… Just sometimes, I heard something more than a thunder. Or maybe, it was my imagination. I wouldn’t know for sure.
Our little house was a little higher up in a desolate spot and the trees had surrounded my little home. I could see the violet lightning in the sky above the valley behind my house.
I tried to sit up. I couldn’t sleep. My hands were beyond help and my eyes seemed to hover over nothing in particular. I had to smoke. The room needed some smoke.
Fictitious Date 2
Okay. Its been a day. I better continue.
So where was I. Oh yes the smoke.
I had to have the smoke. So I did. And it worked. I dozed off counting clouds of smokes..
The next morning was bright. I got myself up. Dreshened up. (Freshened+Dressed). Took my bag and left for the town. The morning was chilly and I figured I’d done wisely by bringing my gloves along. They were leather and looked quite handsome with my long thick fingers n all..
I bought a bouquet of purple flowers. As I did and will be doing every other morning.
I went to her house. Rang the bell. The door opened.
My eyes crinked as they would when in front of a light source. She was a diva. Her hair straight down with a hint of blue in the ebony black. Her eye brows thin and long as if drawn by Da Vinci himself. I’d stare at them and get lost for a while. Only a gentle brought me back…from a mouth I shall not define.
I give her the flowers. Bend down to kiss her hand. And she’d pull me in and kiss me. 1 minute. 2 minutes.
On my way back home. I’d have packets of food and a little alcohol. I had a journey of a night ahead of me. What could a little coloured fluid do to you.?
That night I realized what it could really do.